Just now, I saw He Cong entering, but now I can't knock on the door, my heart is already furious, and I slapped it twice hard, and I saw a figure walking out.

The door was opened, and a woman of about forty years of age opened it, looking as if she had just woken up from sleep, with a worried look on her face.

I pushed the door open and entered. The hall was cluttered with scrap parts that nearly tripped me up.

"Who are you, what are you doing, are you a little polite?" the woman shouted at the top of her voice.

I looked at the empty hall and saw no shadow of him, so I turned around and asked, "Excuse me, where is my friend?"

The anger on the woman's face calmed down a little, and she asked me suspiciously, "Friend."

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